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Does he like music?

It was a thing she had wondered as she had her face nearly pressed up against the panel of glass of the department store. On the other side, a violin fashioned of European maple and spruce, intricate scrolling filigree designs along its upper and lower bouts, and a proper pike-head bow strung up along with it. The instrument itself was not foreign to her, but it was something that the very sight brought along nostalgia.

It had been a while since she'd arrived from Magvel, and still her heart felt heavy. But Connor had certainly helped with that, while adding some weight of his own. The kind of weight that sat right upon her heart and reminded her precisely of where she stood in relation to him. And how, with each day, that seemed to matter less and less.

"I should like very much to play for him sometime," she murmured to idle air in a single breath.

Reluctantly she pried herself away and straightening out her tunic, Eirika looked about. It had been her sincerest intent to meet with him. Any company of his would do and she was hardly particular, but she'd hoped to put some professionalism aside. None of the Native and the Princess, but rather simply man and woman.

So as she made her way - and likely tardy - to their deemed meeting place (a blooming tree of little renown), her steps held her with bated breath and a silent anticipation that could only be described in books as prickling and numb.

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Connor didn't really do anything in town unless if it was for business. So he had no problem coming to their destination and waiting for her. He didn't mind. He'd been in a brain muddle these days anyway.

He sat under the blooming tree, looking up at the blossoms. Occasionally fiddling with his tomahawk, as if to have his mind wander elsewhere.

He actually agreed to meet at a somewhat...more intimate spot. The lake, his post, to discuss serious matters.

Never did he ask to meet someone here out of his own sheer will. Recreational reasons.

What could she be thinking right now? Maybe she can tell him what he is because he still had little clue.

It is only proper, is it not? Eirika is...Eirika is my friend. Friends...do this.

Who was he fooling? Maybe himself. Bonding time for Connor was hunting for feathers, doing some sort of activity with some benefit. Those days even then...were long passed for obvious reasons.

He had been thinking of various frustrating things before realizing she was taking a while...before he got worried, she arrived. Oh. Oh good.

He turned to look, with a look of relief.

"...Eirika. I had thought of you to be lost."

He had a penchant for worrying over her, she found. More so than she was accustomed to with her friends. She was certain Tana or L'Arachel wouldn't have. No, in some ways, he still treated her very much as if she was his retained. Charming, and yet unnecessary.

She smiled when he addressed her, but didn't reply immediately. At least until she had closed some of the distance between them.

A polite nod was given, "I appear to have lost track of time. I was..." And there was really no shame in admitting what had held her. "I saw something I liked on my way here and started thinking of home. I've been easily distracted as of late."

Leaning over to him, her features softened, "I apologise for making you wait, Connor."

...Heh.

Connor shook his head and seemed to have a positive aura about him. Something about that seemed endearing.

How very...Eirika. Maybe that was why.

"I did not mind in a sense you might think," then he looked at her and gave her a lighthearted gaze.

"And what was it that you liked? Something in town?"

You got him curious.

Her eyes stayed on his longer than she thought he would appreciate, so right before she could give into the concept of a blush - which he brought from her easily by doing nothing at all - she looked aside, and pulled some hair behind her right ear.

"Yes," she nodded easily. "A musical instrument, as it were. I'm very fond of music, yet it's something I rarely hear here. And... the music here is very different from what I'm accustomed to. It isn't the same."

Briefly she thought about joining him, but instead her posture straightened again and she looked in the direction of the lake, a little thoughtful over previous days with him. There were a few of those. Days they'd spent together, anyway.

"I do not think I like it," Connor bluntly said as he looked out. "There is something about the music here that...seems far too loud. It does not the feel the same in the slightest."

Connor's tomahawk is paid a little attention too again. Good job, thinking about your home made him do that same.

"Music had brought people together. In times of celebration and sadness...Though I admit, I did not become too accustomed to music before."

Looking back to him, she listened attentively. Then with a slight tip of the head, she moved over to him just enough that she could give him a gentle nudge with her elbow.

"Oh..."

Eirika had begun to know him well enough to see when his mind traveled. Time and circumstance, she supposed. And nostalgia was infectious, it seemed.

"We shall have to change that at some point, I think." A decisive action on her part that she would later go for that violin. And play for him. Something far more gentle and elegant when compared to the academy's version of 'music.'

"Do you mind spending a little time with me today?" Eirika found herself asking, somewhat brazenly. If only to catch his attention and to keep him from falling into himself too deeply.

That was really brazen. He did turn to look at her squarely. Especially when she nudged him. Connor seemed curious, if a bit taken aback that he was invited to simply spend an afternoon off the bat.

Seemed so.

Casual. Normal. Light hearted.

"...What did you have in mind?"

It was a good question.

One she didn't have an immediate answer for. Eirika didn't particularly care what they were doing. He could have been skinning something and she simply watching and she would have been quite content. Where Connor was concerned, she was simply... delighted being near him. Except...

Well. Why not?

"I didn't have a plan. I just... wanting to be with you," she replied with a vague shrug.

...o h.

He then just had to tell himself to keep a straight face and hold it all to himself how much he wanted to politely turn it down or act like he had a turtle shell.

A day with Eirika, he wants. But how to deal, he doesn't even begin to know.

His uncertainty had gotten the best of him in more than one occasion. And it did nothing more than make Eirika feel bad. So he had learned.

So after learning THAT, he told himself...time to shape up a little. Just to make her less nervous, even for just a while.

He sucks at this and all of this.

"So where did you find this musical instrument?"

She had anticipated for him to turn her down, actually. So when he didn't, which was how she interpreted it, she hesitated minutely. And then the features in her face softened and she wore something of a reserved smile.

"Back in the town," Eirika replied as she turned just enough and swept an arm back indicatively. "I will revisit later. I think I would rather like it and Renais' convoy treasury seems to be doing very little good remaining stationary. I will ensure that you benefit from it, as well."

She moved to lace her hands together and then she paused minutely. Instead, after a moment's thought, she offered her right hand over to him. For him to take, or to give her his. Either way, hand-holding was something she wanted to do, without asking him to do it. If he'd allow it. So she waited patiently, not expectantly, but rather curious.

"I was thinking of the lake," she said to him gently. "I think you like it there."

Connor wasn't looking at the hand for a few seconds. He wasn't paying any real attention to it at all.

Honestly, Connor was in an inner sanctum within himself. And he would meet an inner Connor that told him to not think. Just do.

Basically, the inner Connor was telling him...maybe for this moment he could just. Not be himself, entirely. That was harder to do then it looked. He was looking for more words. He focused only on his words.

Which would mean maybe he unconsciously saw Eirika's hand...and maybe unconsciously took out his to let Eirika do what she wanted with it. You caught the Native off his guard. It was down, his defenses, feel proud.

"I do find myself here often," he said. "It is quiet. Spacious. I feel more in my element here. I can think. Other than that, I do patrol these parts."

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She seemed a little appreciative of his reaction, that he was willing to be open with her. At least a little. And she knew she was pushing it, so there was no need to have him extend himself so far. A glance around and when she was positive it was only the two of them, Eirika took his hand into hers. A perfectly innocent gesture.

With a little unspoken affection, because it was the only way she could express it. She wanted to be as Connor was. Fewer words and more action. And she hoped he'd eventually understand that. It was her own form of compromise, considering she was the woman with the silver tongue.

"Yes," she agreed. "That sounds like you, Connor. A man who enjoys his quiet, his... space, and his ability to think. If you think so much, however, I'd hope you didn't over think. Some time, I hope you will share some of your thoughts with me."

He didn't have to, but she would have liked for him to.

Connor looked down at his hand, now really realizing what he just did. He looked at the hand holding it. It was held gently, innocently, Connor couldn't help but stare. But he didn't move it. He didn't even tense up. So weird. Connor swallowed and felt his face grow slightly warm.

When she spoke, he was knocked out of that train of thought.

He didn't...always enjoy stewing in his thoughts. The thoughts weren't always pleasant. We aren't going there. He didn't want to.

"Sometimes they are not so extravagant, nor taxing. At times, I find myself wondering about my days here. Or what I should be doing in the future."

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How coincidental. Eirika spent a lot of her time thinking about things like that. Thinking about Magvel. Thinking about Seth and the other knights. Thinking about her brother. Thinking about Valter.

Eirika did more thinking than resting and she was well aware of it, but rest often seemed positively impossible.

Her stride was slow and casual. The lake was where he was comfortable and that was where they would go. She didn't seem to mind the place herself, and perhaps it means she could have some form of peace, because her insides were far from serene.

"What do you want to do in the future?" she asked him curiously, tilted head and all.

Connor followed her stride. Almost as if she were leading him. He always had a powerful walk, but this was supposed to be relaxing. Eirika was meant to help with that.

Even when the lake came into view, thoughts came up. The rippling of the waters as dragonflies grazed the surface made him think about his own time period. Of the homestead. The serenity. The kind faces of the people there. But despite that, the loneliness of the manor. The empty manor...What kind of future did he have? Was she asking about himself as in his future? His and no-one elses'?

"I cannot say," Connor softly said as his eyes were focused on that lake. "The slate is not blank, I know it is not; yet it seems so. I have not thought about how I want my life to be years later but my work...is never done."

Listening to him often was like how she imagined she must have sounded. Like him, she always had something to attend to. Not in the academy, naturally. Not as much as she'd wanted herself to be occupied. But back in Magvel, and if Renais could be restored as Innes's Magvel held, then every day would be quite the busy one for her. Never a moment's peace, except when she slyly sneaked away from her responsibilities.

Weaving her fingers between his, she held his hand with a great reverence, attentive and thoughtful of her own right.

"I wish I could help you," she found herself speaking. "You carry so much burden on your own shoulders. Would that you'd allow me to, I could alleviate some of it." As if a reminder that she had yet to leave his side in that proverbial fashion. If they lived in a world of inconsistencies, she could be something that was consistent, an ideal likely foreign to him.

He couldn't let her do that.

He shouldn't.

His burdens were his, and no one elses'. The future of his people. The freedom of the people. He always thought those were his responsibility. But yet.

She wanted to relieve some of it. Take some of the heavy weight off. She wanted...to be by his side like that? She held his hand with conviction. It really was telling him that she wanted to really help him. Truly.

...

Connor's hand wrapped a little around Eirika's as well in response, once again allowing a little of those defenses down and trying to not show any signs of recoil. He looked at Eirika then, hand still gripped onto hers.

He looked at her as if saying, I care about you.

"I wonder if that is the right decision. My burdens are mine alone, I could not allow such things to harm those who I have grown to care about. I would not ask such a thing...out of anyone."

"You would not be asking it of me."

A very blatant and direct way for her to reject his modesty. Connor's stubborn demeanour and his very ambition were traits that Eirika respected and admired. Was it because she saw herself in them? She couldn't say for sure, but there was no denying the similarities they shared. Their ideals on life - especially for innocents. Their love for freedom and prosperity for those they cared for.

The look he gave to her did render a pause as if she... oddly seemed to get what he was saying with a simple gaze. She wanted to blush. Almost did. And she wasn't sure why she didn't.

"I wish your burdens to also be mine, Ratonhaké:ton, that we may face these together," she clarified for him, her tone careful and articulate around his given name.

I feel as if I have earned this right. Do not shut me out so easily.

Connor's eyes opened a little bit wider. Especially once she uttered his native name. She said it with even more certainty than before, and as much conviction as her gestures were a few moments ago, as if she warmed herself to that name.

Like it should mean something because she said it.

Because he trusted her with that name.

She really wanted to be a part of his life.

Those three phrases stood in his mind and made him look even harder at Eirika. For a moment, then the eyes grew very soft.

Dealing with burdens together. What a...concept. Connor just.

He didn't know how to handle it at all, open up everything and let this woman in his life. His feelings were not...This was.

It was then he finally spoke, softly as ever. "...Eirika, I..."

He nearly clammed.

"...I wish I knew how to-"

He clammed. Help. Someone help.

It was the closest she'd ever really seen him get to opening himself up to her. At least beyond what she'd already pried in with. What was he about to say, though? Her heart hung onto the words he gave her and she forgot the rest of the world, undeniably disappointed when he so conveniently closed up.

And she knew not to be aggravated by it. But she was anyway.

Looking aside, she conceded for his benefit, somewhat bitter by the situation. To get so far only to find herself in the same position she began in. And angry with herself for trying to get anything more out of him. It still wasn't her place. She couldn't claim to be more to him than a friend. If she had been family or perhaps if she had a greater stake of claim in his life, she could have pushed for more.

"I apologise," Eirika replied as she shook her head. "That was out of line for me."

...No. No.

Had he done it again? Had he done specifically what he told himself not to do?

He merely just didn't know at that point. What to say. What to do.

He thought he understood. He really didn't.

He was. Pathetic.

If he thought he could handle any of this.

He felt horrible. Horrible. He just couldn't let it happen again, the moment he would stop then so would Eirika. And then what would that mean, he would never change. He would never at least enough and have anyone around like Eirika again. Who only wanted to help him.

Connor could reject the help and feelings all day, but that wouldn't do anything but push the one person who really wanted to be a part of his life and share things.

The only one who would really understand.

He was sorry.

He took out his other arm. Released his hand gently so he could use that one. He couldn't think of anything else to do. He couldn't let it all fall through his fingers, whatever it was.

Eirika would then find herself in his arms, pulling her close softly. He only softly also placed his cheek on her head.

"...No, do not apologize. There is no need for you to do that..."

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She'd not expected it. She'd not known to expect it. Was it unlike him? Perhaps not. Perhaps he knew her entirely too well. He recognised too many of her traits and knew she could distance herself just as easily as she gave into her compassion.

So when he drew her to him, there was a distinct moment where she had considered chiding him for just such a motion. But if she was demanding some openness from him, then she owed it to him to grant him the same. That meant letting him hold her in that way that...

Well. It didn't feel like something as mere as a friend embrace. It confused her, really.

Her arms reached up after a moment and carefully her fingertips splayed against his back. "I was too hard on you," she admitted gently. "I know better than to act that way. I cannot expect so much of you. I'm aware of that. That is what my apology was for. Not my words, only the vehement nature behind them."

It wasn't a mere friend embrace.

It was an "I don't even know how I feel but it's a strong feeling" embrace. The thing that was only reserved for the very special. Never had he embraced anyone. Not like this. Not like ever. He just didn't want to disappoint her. To push the one who only was there for him, with no malice or selfish needs.

He didn't understand his own heart, the embrace. In a nutshell.

"No...I am-" Pause. "I am very grateful. Thank you."

He didn't know how she would interpret all of that. He just said it.

"...For everything."

What are you doing, Connor? We are as ice and fire. I wonder if you have ever noticed it.

She flushed. Very easily. He didn't need to thank her. There was nothing to thank her for. Or she simply wasn't good at accepting his gratitude. Because normally he didn't say things. Normally there were just looks and a look was something she could ignore or avoid. Words required acknowledgement.

"I..."

She held him a little tighter, unsure of what to say, and decided in her own right that she could hold him in the same fashion, knowing Connor wasn't just a friend, but that there were words she couldn't say. For there was definitely a fear of what his response would be if she tried.

"...adore you."

Or perhaps any filter for words could just be forgotten, because she honestly couldn't think of anything else to say. At least she could be honest.

I adore you.

That comment went a few thousand times in his head it seemed.

The little voice in his head tried at him again. He shouldn't be doing this. It was wrong. Boundaries. Including your own. You should know better. Etc. Etc.

Connor swiftly told his brain to shut up. Keep telling it. Over and over.

He didn't care anymore. How scared he was of this especially. This was so scary...but Connor's heart felt...happy? He couldn't explain it.

And then she said she adored him.

Adored. Adoration. That could mean a lot of things.

What words could he say now? He didn't know, once again. Typical.

...But he held her closer to him.

...Eirika. I am not something you should be adoring, but I cannot say that. Not here, not now. I cannot bring myself to. As much as I disagree with myself right now, I want you to know that I hold you at a high pedestal. That is the most important thing right now, I want you to know that. I just do not know how to say it.

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